Interstellar Wife Rong Hugui

Chapter 4751 It’s too late to be jealous

Chapter 4751 It’s too late to be jealous

Roger sat down and asked, "What kind of spiritual fruit is this?"

Luo Bi didn't know what it tasted like, so she leaned into Feng Ling's arms and continued, "It's a bit like a melon, and a bit like a fruit."

After asking Bai Wen, Wen Xiao separated the remaining spiritual fruits and handed one piece to Roger.

The spiritual fruit was sweet and contained a faint spiritual energy. Roger tasted it carefully and naturally felt that it was a good thing. He quickly finished a piece of spiritual fruit, and Wen Xiao felt full.

"It's quite different from the winter bamboo shoots that contain spiritual energy!" Wen Xiao felt the flow of spiritual energy.

Some winter bamboo shoots weigh three kilograms, and some weigh five kilograms. Not to mention the Thunder Flame Warriors, even someone with a big appetite like Luo Bi can eat a whole winter bamboo shoot full of spiritual energy in one meal.

This spiritual fruit is almost as heavy as a winter bamboo shoot, and they can only finish it if they share it.

Feng Ling seemed to be thinking about something, and Roger also thought: "Hiss..."

Well, there are too few foods that contain spiritual energy, so I really don’t know where to start and I don’t know what to think about. The Thunder Flame Warriors are not the kind of people who would dwell on it, so they simply ignore it.

It's still early, not even time for Luo Bi to go to bed.

Roger suggested, "Let's play cards."

Luo Bi's eyes lit up, she liked to play.

Roger went home to get the jade cards and played a few rounds. Luo Bi was too energetic and it would affect her sleep. If she didn't sleep well, she would be listless the whole day. Feng Ling would not tolerate her on this point.

Roger remembered the purple grape trees planted by Luo Bi and called Wen Xiao to go to the field.

Luo Bi stopped letting Feng Ling hold her. She grabbed a handful of fried clams and looked at Feng Ling blankly and complained, "He's looking at our purple grape tree?"

As long as the purple grape trees are not dead, the fruit trees have grown and are almost ripe. It has only been a matter of days. They were well covered, but now it seems that they can't be covered anymore. It is also close to the Interstellar Cold Festival, and she has received a lot of red envelopes, so she plans to count them this way.

There was no return gift. Considering the relationship between Roger and Feng Ling, it was not appropriate to just give her a gift box that could be purchased.

People are very generous, so it’s better not to give them that kind of gift box.

Feng Ling liked Luo Bi's expression to the core and smiled: "Why don't you go and take a look."

Luo Bi didn't go. She ate her fried clams, boiled a pot of water, and prepared to drink some herbs before going to sleep.

Roger went up to the planting field first and was stunned at the sight of a field of purple grape trees. Wen Xiao went up to the small bluestone wall later and was also stunned. Not many of the military's fruit trees survived this winter, with only a few dozen left.

The problem is that the fruit trees are wilting.

In the middle of winter, seeing such a field of purple grape trees at first glance, it would be a lie to say that Roger and Wen Xiao were not surprised. They planted the same grapes, and Luo Bi was not a grower, but she had planted not less grapes, and they also bore fruit.

"I'll go." There were bunches of purple grapes, Wen Xiao looked for them and said, "They're almost ripe."

Roger took a closer look and said with a smile: "Emerald green purple grapes."

In the interstellar space tens of thousands of years later, purple grapes are like purple jade. This ordinary emerald green is very rare and looks ordinary at first glance, but Roger dare not underestimate it. There is such a large area of ​​it that he can't wait to be jealous.

Wen Xiao said, "It's a bit like the purple grapes that Luo Bi planted in her first year."

Roger took a quick look and called Wen Xiao back to the living room on the large balcony. Feng Ling was brewing herbs for Luo Bi. He just raised his eyelids. Luo Bi was eating fried clams. She was even drinking herbs but still couldn't control her mouth.

There were still a few left to eat. Luo Bi didn't want to pretend with Luo Jie and Wen Xiao, so she asked, "Are the purple grapes ripe?"

"Yes." Roger said without hesitation: "I want to pick a few to try."

(End of this chapter)